Devil In a New Dress

Put your hands to the constellationsThe way you look should be a sin, you my sin-sationI know I'm preaching to the congregationWe love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from SatanI mean, a nigga did a lot of waitingWe ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with usIn that magic hour I seen good ChristiansMake rash decisions"Oh, she do it!"What happened to religion?"Oh, she lose it!"

She putting on her make up, she casually allureText message break ups, the casualty of tourHow she gone wake up and not love me no more?I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off

Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhymeHard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotronI'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime

Put your hands to the constellationsThe way you look should be a sin, you my sin-sationI know I'm preaching to the congregationWe love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan(Satan, Satan, Satan)I mean, a nigga did a lot of waitingWe ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

When the sun go down it's the magic hour (the magic hour)And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skiesYou got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes

Why you standing there with your face screwed up?Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed upThrowing shit around, the whole place screwed upMaybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us

I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seatI ordered you jerk, she said, "You are what you eat"You see I always loved that sense of humorBut tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was

The Lyor Cohen of Dior HommeThat's "Dior Homme", not "Dior homie"The crib Scarface could it be more Tony?You love me for me? Could you be more phony?

Put your hands to the constellationsThe way you look should be a sin, you my sin-sationHaven't said a wordHaven't said a word to me this eveningCat got your tongue?

Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give yo ass a boneLookin' at my wrist, it'll turn yo ass to stoneStretch limousine, sipping rosé all aloneDouble headed monster with a mind of its own

Cherry red chariot, excess is just my characterAll black tux, nigga shoes lavenderI never needed acceptance from all you outsidersHad cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired

Before his jaw shattered climbing up the Lord's ladderWe still speeding, running signs like they don't matterHater talking never made me madNever that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag

Therefore G4s at the ClearportWhen it come to tools, fool, I’m a Pep BoyWhen it came to dope I was quick to exportNever tired of ballin’ so it’s on to the next sport

New Mercedes sedan, the Lex sportSo many cars DMV thought it was mail fraudDifferent traps, I was gettin’ mail fromPolk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne

Whole clique's appetite had tapewormsSpinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burnsI shed a tear before the night's overGod bless the man I put this ice over